The daisy II

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Her message made my warm blood go cold. I started to breathe faster. I stared at this guy for a while to confirm the route, but he looked just like when we headed out of the restaurant, nothing seemed to change.

   "What are you talking about?" I whispered with fear in my words.

   "It's just that the best way to get to Whistler would have been the same one all along, but just a new minutes ago we drove to the 16 one. Didn't he say he was going to drop you off with Bonnie?"

   "Yeah. You sure he didn't take a shortcut? Or maybe he drove over here due to some accident."

   He looked at me for a while, but he stopped as soon as he saw another car parked in the middle of the road; a family had parked so they could take pictures of the landscape.

   "Well… we could still get there by this new route, but this is definitely nothing about a shortcut, it will take us more by this way."

   "Ok." I turned to my window to look around.

   I actually wasn't paying attention to those dry trees with hundreds of brunches up there, now I was pretty nervous that this route leaded us somewhere else. I wouldn't like to think that if I interrupt him in this trip, he might change his mind and ruin this plan, but after Mangle's warning I don't think I have another option but to try and ask.

   "Hey," I said releasing some steam out of my snout. "Is this the same road we've been taking since the beginning?"

   "What do you mean?" he asked.

   "It's just that I can see that, even though we turn and get into small streets, we always get back to the same highway; these signs around it have the same style."

   "We moved to one that connects to the original one. Don't you worry, it's safer for us to use this one. If we were humans we would have taken the same one all along."

   I guess Mangle can hear what he says. For my lack of luck Mangle didn't reply to that, which made me think that maybe he was saying the truth, or that maybe she didn't hear him and now I'm blindly trusting his statements.

   All those people, all those trees, lakes and animals found around this highway stopped having a meaning to me, since Mangle's warning I can't help but think that if I don't do anything something really horrible might be about to happen. She hasn't told me anything so far, I hope that means everything's fine.

   Hours inside this truck start getting a little vicious. It's really common that hot places stress me out in a easier way, but for the first time this cold isn't helping at all to make this a little less stressful. After many hours eating the same sugar cereal bars, and drinking litters of water about to freeze and juices with some weird tastes, besides of having to endure backaches and bad smells, we were getting close to the next city; we had already driven close to little ones that were close to the highway, but there were also ones in which we needed to get through like narrow streets.

   Maybe this was because of my headache and how much I struggle to find out a comfortable position, but I had this feeling that the weather had warmed up, at least it was now harder for our water to freeze that fast. The next city we were heading to was almost just like the ones we've already been to, however, there are more people out here than the ones where the air burned. I got that unguarded feeling again.

   "Freddy, can you hear me?"

   "Yeah, Mangle, what is it?"

   "This isn't good, we're heading higher and higher, I don't think we're going to Whistler anymore."